On a beach twenty yards from the roadsideBack again, 6 a.m., far from sleepMust be 290 blue on the waterIt's gray to me, 3 CV is all I see

Green can only hold you in the gardenToo much red will go right to your headBut if it's all the same to youGive me back my blueOther colors fade anyway

I'm colorblind, three-way tragedyPantone memory, grayscale eyesMaybe I'm paranoid, yeah that's my problemYou almost have to be when you look like me

Stopped in the shade of a road signWhen the sun rose like a bombTried to read the simple writingBut the letters came out wrongIt's all white lines to meBut things are getting clearerI can almost read the writing in the mirror

I'm colorblind, three-way tragedyPantone memory, grayscale eyesMaybe i'm paranoid, yeah that's my problemYou almost have to be when you look like me

Green can only hold you in the gardenToo much red will go right to your headBut if it's all the same to youGive me back my blueOther colors fade anyway

I'm colorblind, freeway tragedyPantone memory, x-ray eyesWhere'd all the color go on my radio?You almost have to be a satellite to see